Titles

I think the title of my blog should have been "You Can't Make This Shit Up,"** because I've got another one for you.

I had dinner with my sister and her roommates tonight, and Bia told a story about visiting Caribou Coffee. She was visiting with a friend near a window that looked out over the patio when they noticed 3 (?) kids sit down outside. They were dressed very strangely--in army fatigues and leggings and leg warmers. They had tattoos on their faces, and they looked more filthy than the two dogs they had with them (which had collars with tags and leashes, thus making it look as if they couldn't possibly be homeless). Bia and her friend watched one of the kids rummage through the garbage and fish out a used coffee cup, which, they both assumed (probably as you are) that they were going to use to give the dogs water.
If that's what you were assuming too, you would be very, very wrong.
Instead of filling the cup for the dogs, Bia and her friend watched in horror as the vagabonds (heh) produced a can of pumpkin pie filling (the un-seasoned kind), open it up, dump it into the coffee cup, stir it up with whatever was left in the bottom and proceed to pass it around the circle until it was gone.
Then they left.

Now just wait a minute and let the HORROR of what I've just written wash over you.

Lauren suggested that perhaps they were just getting into the "autumnal spirit."

The truth is that the story poses more questions than it answers.
Do ponder it for the day--I know I will.



**But none of you would have listed me on your FaithCom Bloggy Blogger thingy.